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"It's in my character. Ender created me hateful so he could hate me. The added benefit is that you can hate me, too."
"Oh, be quiet and eat your fish," she said. "You don't know what you're talking about. You're supposed to analyze human beings and you can't understand the person closest to you in all the world."
"I don't want to understand you," said Peter. "I want to accomplish my task by exploiting this brilliant intelligence you're supposed to have-- even if you believe that people who squat are somehow 'closer to the earth' than people who remain upright."
"I wasn't talking about me," she said. "I was talking about the person closest to you. Ender." "He is blessedly far from us right now."
"He didn't create you so that he could hate you. He long since got over hating you."
"Yeah, yeah, he wrote The Hegemon, et cetera, et cetera."
"That's right," said Wang-mu. "He created you because he desperately needed someone to hate him."
Peter rolled his eyes and took a drink of milky pineapple juice. "Just the right amount of coconut. I think I'll retire here, if Ender doesn't die and make me disappear first."
"I say something true, and you answer with coconut in the pineapple juice?"
"Novinha hates him," said Peter. "He doesn't need me."
"Novinha is angry at him, but she's wrong to be angry and he knows it. What he needs from you is a ... righteous anger. To hate him for the evil that is really in him, which no one but him sees or even believes is there."
"I'm just a nightmare from his childhood," said Peter. "You're reading too much into this."
"He didn't conjure you up because the real Peter was so important in his childhood. He conjured you up because you are the judge, the condemner. That's what Peter drummed into him as a child. You told me yourself, talking about your memories. Peter taunting him, telling him of his unworthiness, his uselessness, his stupidity, his cowardice. You do it now. You look at his life and call him a xenocide, a failure. For some reason he needs this, needs to have someone damn him."
"Well, how nice that I'm around, then, to despise him," said Peter.